Dear Parker,
Sometimes I wonder if every mother gets to have the type of conversations I get to have with you. I rather think not. I also think I am going to have my hands full for the rest of my life with you. My hands and my heart.
Parker: "I am going to call you Honey."
Mommy: "But, sweetheart, I am your Mommy."
Parker: "Daddy calls you honey."
Mommy: "Yes he does, but Daddy is my husband. You are my son, so you call me Mommy."
Parker, after giving this some thought: "I'll call you Mommy Honey."
And how do you argue with that? Especially when you reached out, touched my cheek, and smiled sweetly like you just knew I couldn't argue with you, and then followed it up with "I love you!"
The day I fear most with you is the day you realize the power you have.
Love,
Mommy: "But, sweetheart, I am your Mommy."
Parker: "Daddy calls you honey."
Mommy: "Yes he does, but Daddy is my husband. You are my son, so you call me Mommy."
Parker, after giving this some thought: "I'll call you Mommy Honey."
And how do you argue with that? Especially when you reached out, touched my cheek, and smiled sweetly like you just knew I couldn't argue with you, and then followed it up with "I love you!"
The day I fear most with you is the day you realize the power you have.
Until next time, be good, be happy, and know that I love you.
Love,
Mommy
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